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Earlier this week I decided I needed some real food. Looking through the freezer, which is quite easy as I am not replacing as I go anymore, I found lamb chops and tilapia. I began thawing the chops Wednesday. I made some fine butter fried fish with brown rice and mixed vegetables Wednesday, though I had to thaw by microwave (which I hate to do, thawing in the refrigerator is best). Yesterday, I decided to do something a little more with the chops. Not a lot, but a little more. So, I created a blend of spices, used the mortar and pestle to grind them to my preference, then added a bit of olive oil. I seared the chops, cooked 3 whole still on the cob corn, and when it was all ready, I put half of my oil spice (to include tarragon, peppermint, lemon grass, and… something else I like) on two of the chops and added a bit of butter to the last two, then let them set for about 5 minutes. That has all worked so well that I pulled the last two tilapia fillets out and they are thawing (in the refrigerator) as I write. The only problem? Dishes! I have to do some cleaning before I even think about cooking again.
And, no, I have no recipes. I make this stuff up as I go. Sure, I watch the food channel from time to time, yes, I receive Cook’s magazine (and have an online subscription), but rarely do I use a recipe. I have paid particular attention when eating foods. First it is best to start with raw, or plain, foods. Cook meats various ways. Flavor may or may not change, but texture can be very different from cooking process to cooking process. The same goes for vegetables (and fruits, think cooked and raw fresh figs). Those these can be tasted in many more ways, from raw, to barely cooked, to cooked through and through. (Well, I do enjoy steak tartar and sushi, but it is not necessarily something I do at home, or yet… usually, or at least for a whole meal or a side dish). Next, I started with herbs and spices. Bit by bit, I have learned what the various bits do to foods. Paying attention to what the spices or herbs do to food, experimenting, and just enjoying have lead me to be able to simply become hungry for some mix (or just as often, for straight simply salted beef roast or steak, hold the sauce(s) thank you). As well, I have learned to be very creative and experiment with things that would not seem to mix well, such as cinnamon and hot spices (actually, I found allspice works better in that combination as it produces a less grainy texture while nearly reproducing that taste).
There is so much I have not tasted, but then, I would say I have eaten more than all but some chefs, high-end eaters, and such. Though I wonder how many of them have tried grubs, dog food, and some of the other odd things. Still, watching the travel food channel, I see much I have not had. Then again, how much different would goat testes be from pork and beef testes? And, I have eaten tripe (goat and beef anyway), liver, tongue, heart, and other such. Still, there is much I have missed. Much of that simply is not available. I hope, in time, to try much more.
I just thought to offer a bit about food. If you are hungry, look around, browse the web, see what others are doing, think about your hunger, then just do it. As a fact, try it with what you know first, then try and perfect it. Finding a source your taste generally agree with and which you trust helps, but it comes down to just doing it. So, just do it! I will have to figure out the tilapia, it might be a quick fry with nothing else, but even that is not bad.
This week I will not have time for that, so I have procured some food. I need man food, and I could tell. So, a dozen pieces of fried chicken, lunch meat cold cuts, and my man food is ready. Two jars of pickled pig feet and pickled turkey gizzards a couple of cans of anchovies are ready. I may need a few other things as well. Dang it, those pig feet sound good, but it is almost time to go see if the Queen is ready for supper. She worked last night, so she might be a bit grumpy. I will have to be extra nice most likely. I am out of here.
Have a good night.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
I did what I could.
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I was able to, if barely, drag my carcass out of the sheets, into the shower, top it off with bits of woven material, and get to office hours just in time to get some of the material I needed. My professor had sent an email back, but for some reason it had not shown up in my mail box by the time I left. Or did I not check it? I cannot remember. He suggested, however, that I do precisely what I did. Which I, as I have said, did do. I think I am a bit peculiar this morning, urhm, afternoon. I just woke up, go figure. When I got there, he copied his notes for me, and I headed out and got the homework done.
I was able to complete the homework, and I think I did well enough on the quiz. After I finished, I found all of the material. It was in a place I had already looked, so who knows. I am positive I looked there, several times (on top in my physics file). I will not worry about it. I was a bit surprised I was able to do over half of the homework just from memory. It was only the last problems I could not remember, exactly, how to do. I wish tests went that well. Nerves interfere, perhaps?
I am feeling and doing better. But I need to grab some food, and a few other things, from the store, pick up my last order of medicine, and begin studying before this evenings events. I have little time to study and with the two social events, I worry about time. I do not worry so much as to miss those, I just hold concern close in order that I might attend to the study a bit more vigorously. I am close to a successful end and I would really rather finish sweetly rather than bitterly, if possible.
I have finally finished the process of knowing precisely what is called for in the order I have been working on. I could call, the proprietor seems to prefer that, or I could just order. He is difficult to reach, however. He indicated that if I leave a message about when to call and what number to call, he will get back to me then. So, I may just set up a call for Monday or Tuesday afternoon (no classes this coming weeks as it is finals week). I am so excited I almost cannot stand it. I am ordering a reloading press with frills, trills, and whistles. Well, maybe not all that, but certainly everything I will need to reload .45 acp, .308 Winchester, and 7.62 x 39 Russian, a few extra minor parts because I can be clumsy and trial and error does not always work in my favor, and a number of manuals and DVDs. Yes, I am very excited. I will still have to order powders, caps, and a few other things (to include a formal “powder box”), but that I can do at a bit better of a pace.
Be well.
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I was able to, if barely, drag my carcass out of the sheets, into the shower, top it off with bits of woven material, and get to office hours just in time to get some of the material I needed. My professor had sent an email back, but for some reason it had not shown up in my mail box by the time I left. Or did I not check it? I cannot remember. He suggested, however, that I do precisely what I did. Which I, as I have said, did do. I think I am a bit peculiar this morning, urhm, afternoon. I just woke up, go figure. When I got there, he copied his notes for me, and I headed out and got the homework done.
I was able to complete the homework, and I think I did well enough on the quiz. After I finished, I found all of the material. It was in a place I had already looked, so who knows. I am positive I looked there, several times (on top in my physics file). I will not worry about it. I was a bit surprised I was able to do over half of the homework just from memory. It was only the last problems I could not remember, exactly, how to do. I wish tests went that well. Nerves interfere, perhaps?
I am feeling and doing better. But I need to grab some food, and a few other things, from the store, pick up my last order of medicine, and begin studying before this evenings events. I have little time to study and with the two social events, I worry about time. I do not worry so much as to miss those, I just hold concern close in order that I might attend to the study a bit more vigorously. I am close to a successful end and I would really rather finish sweetly rather than bitterly, if possible.
I have finally finished the process of knowing precisely what is called for in the order I have been working on. I could call, the proprietor seems to prefer that, or I could just order. He is difficult to reach, however. He indicated that if I leave a message about when to call and what number to call, he will get back to me then. So, I may just set up a call for Monday or Tuesday afternoon (no classes this coming weeks as it is finals week). I am so excited I almost cannot stand it. I am ordering a reloading press with frills, trills, and whistles. Well, maybe not all that, but certainly everything I will need to reload .45 acp, .308 Winchester, and 7.62 x 39 Russian, a few extra minor parts because I can be clumsy and trial and error does not always work in my favor, and a number of manuals and DVDs. Yes, I am very excited. I will still have to order powders, caps, and a few other things (to include a formal “powder box”), but that I can do at a bit better of a pace.
Be well.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
A brutal day.
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I could not wake up this morning. I wrestled with sleep and lost. It was well past noon before I could force myself out of bed. At least the house was warm. Once out of bed, I have struggled to get going. Nausea and a headache plagued me, though a little coffee and some Tylenol did the trick for the most part. This is taking my medicine. I wonder if it will be worse or better when I can finally quit them. I will deal with that then. As I finally started to stir, I decided to finish the last part of the last problem in my homework.
As I began looking for it, I became frustrated. It simply is not where it should be. I only study in one area of the cave. The area was cluttered, so I began to dig through the piles, sorting everything into a toss pile and save piles of various natures. I dug to the bottom, and… nothing. So, I did a brief cave walkthrough, sorting as well. I do not have a perfect cave, by far, but the top month or two is corrected and most of what lies beneath was already in order for the most part. Still nothing. I decided I would just reprint the homework assignment and begin again, with my notes. I have no real problem with that, as I need the practice anyway. I printed the homework looked over the problems, and sought the notes to do the work. No notes. The whole section dealing with the homework and the homework itself has vanished.
I began to try and think where I could have left it, dropped it, or if I handed it in inadvertently. I am positive I only take papers out in class, and then never notes, only fresh printer paper upon which to take notes, so I would not have left the material in class. I also know I do not study anywhere but in a small area in the cave, using the coffee table as my base of operations. Since I had cleared that area, and the rest of the cave, I do not think the papers are here at home. I will have to email my professor to see if I handed them in but I do not think that is the case. I think I turned in the material before I had started… well, no, I did not… or did I? It is not turning out to be a good day. I will just have to write an email to my professor and check. Barring that, I am in a bit of a spot. I cannot really study for tomorrow’s quiz or finish the homework without that material!
I will be placing a call and making that order today. In spite of being quite agitated about the lost notes and homework and the late start, I am in otherwise good shape. I am both excited and nervous about the order. It will allow a great deal of latitude in other hobbies. It might lead to some decent coin in my pocket if I can get the knack of it. And it is interesting all by itself. Nothing like three birds, or more, with one stone. Even if the stone is rock solid gold, I suppose. I guess it depends on how hungry and enterprising one is. The gold might end up being a boomerang shape, only getting larger on the return. Then again, I might just be fibbing to myself. That does happen.
I am set to go with my lady friend to a Christmas dinner. We will be attending her work party. Then we will go for some light entertainment afterwards, at a locally rebuilt theater, a local icon. It sounds to be a Christmas showcase. Though I am Christian, and though I enjoy Christmas, I am not so into the modern spirit of the season, so I would not have gone of my own volition. I enjoy the company of the Q.O.D. enough though that this is enough. And usually I end up enjoying the events. Whether because of her, in spite of her, or even to spite her is often an unknowable thing! And, yes, I laugh at this with the greatest of joy. I have finally figured out why this conservative hard case and that liberal (if poor) intellectual debutant enjoy each others company so much. It came to me in a dream and makes sense. It is so odd to dream thoughts rather than pictures, sound, and feelings. I wonder if that has anything to do with dreaming in color? Anyway...
If the Gothic movement had existed in our times, while we were growing up, we both would have been in that circle, or could have been easily. She is a romantic melodramatic heartbroken open-hearted Queen of Darkness, with her damp earthy natural if a bit twisted existence. I am a rock stone cold hard case with a heart that wishes to betray that nature attached to an ancient soul, all whole with a dark past but with a change to the light, or more a change to the will of God even with my darker nature, to the extent that is possible. I am glad we did not go through that scene and meet in those times. Age has wizened us. Back then we would have had a depressing dark powerful life and love together, only to agree to a double suicide or something stupid (if romantic) like that. Kids… Anyway, now I know.
As well, I have a supper event coming up with the neighbors. I have not seen them often lately. I have been holed up. We met a few days ago and decided to get together for a meal today, but one of their young ones has an event this evening so we rescheduled. It sounds like the wife has some fantastic fixings for the meal and I am always rather flexible. They are such kind and good people, I could never be angry with them. I think my politics and social beliefs are beyond their ability to handle but I do not fault them for that. It seems to have created a bit of a rift and I understand this as well. I can be a difficult pill to swallow. The salt of the Earth will never be able to understand, say, The Terminator. How I work and who I am is as unfathomable to them as they are to me. Being married mellows people, having children softens them, and then becoming a professor and wife changes who they are even more. I simply live in the shadows of dark dreams and memories and illness. I have little polish and little interest in it, if I can be a dark gentleman at times, even a negotiator (between other parties as I do not negotiate for my own sake often).
Now, to figure out what to do about this and that, to place a call, and to begin studying physics perhaps, in lieu of probabilities and statistics. If I were a swearing man, I would be. Good day.
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I could not wake up this morning. I wrestled with sleep and lost. It was well past noon before I could force myself out of bed. At least the house was warm. Once out of bed, I have struggled to get going. Nausea and a headache plagued me, though a little coffee and some Tylenol did the trick for the most part. This is taking my medicine. I wonder if it will be worse or better when I can finally quit them. I will deal with that then. As I finally started to stir, I decided to finish the last part of the last problem in my homework.
As I began looking for it, I became frustrated. It simply is not where it should be. I only study in one area of the cave. The area was cluttered, so I began to dig through the piles, sorting everything into a toss pile and save piles of various natures. I dug to the bottom, and… nothing. So, I did a brief cave walkthrough, sorting as well. I do not have a perfect cave, by far, but the top month or two is corrected and most of what lies beneath was already in order for the most part. Still nothing. I decided I would just reprint the homework assignment and begin again, with my notes. I have no real problem with that, as I need the practice anyway. I printed the homework looked over the problems, and sought the notes to do the work. No notes. The whole section dealing with the homework and the homework itself has vanished.
I began to try and think where I could have left it, dropped it, or if I handed it in inadvertently. I am positive I only take papers out in class, and then never notes, only fresh printer paper upon which to take notes, so I would not have left the material in class. I also know I do not study anywhere but in a small area in the cave, using the coffee table as my base of operations. Since I had cleared that area, and the rest of the cave, I do not think the papers are here at home. I will have to email my professor to see if I handed them in but I do not think that is the case. I think I turned in the material before I had started… well, no, I did not… or did I? It is not turning out to be a good day. I will just have to write an email to my professor and check. Barring that, I am in a bit of a spot. I cannot really study for tomorrow’s quiz or finish the homework without that material!
I will be placing a call and making that order today. In spite of being quite agitated about the lost notes and homework and the late start, I am in otherwise good shape. I am both excited and nervous about the order. It will allow a great deal of latitude in other hobbies. It might lead to some decent coin in my pocket if I can get the knack of it. And it is interesting all by itself. Nothing like three birds, or more, with one stone. Even if the stone is rock solid gold, I suppose. I guess it depends on how hungry and enterprising one is. The gold might end up being a boomerang shape, only getting larger on the return. Then again, I might just be fibbing to myself. That does happen.
I am set to go with my lady friend to a Christmas dinner. We will be attending her work party. Then we will go for some light entertainment afterwards, at a locally rebuilt theater, a local icon. It sounds to be a Christmas showcase. Though I am Christian, and though I enjoy Christmas, I am not so into the modern spirit of the season, so I would not have gone of my own volition. I enjoy the company of the Q.O.D. enough though that this is enough. And usually I end up enjoying the events. Whether because of her, in spite of her, or even to spite her is often an unknowable thing! And, yes, I laugh at this with the greatest of joy. I have finally figured out why this conservative hard case and that liberal (if poor) intellectual debutant enjoy each others company so much. It came to me in a dream and makes sense. It is so odd to dream thoughts rather than pictures, sound, and feelings. I wonder if that has anything to do with dreaming in color? Anyway...
If the Gothic movement had existed in our times, while we were growing up, we both would have been in that circle, or could have been easily. She is a romantic melodramatic heartbroken open-hearted Queen of Darkness, with her damp earthy natural if a bit twisted existence. I am a rock stone cold hard case with a heart that wishes to betray that nature attached to an ancient soul, all whole with a dark past but with a change to the light, or more a change to the will of God even with my darker nature, to the extent that is possible. I am glad we did not go through that scene and meet in those times. Age has wizened us. Back then we would have had a depressing dark powerful life and love together, only to agree to a double suicide or something stupid (if romantic) like that. Kids… Anyway, now I know.
As well, I have a supper event coming up with the neighbors. I have not seen them often lately. I have been holed up. We met a few days ago and decided to get together for a meal today, but one of their young ones has an event this evening so we rescheduled. It sounds like the wife has some fantastic fixings for the meal and I am always rather flexible. They are such kind and good people, I could never be angry with them. I think my politics and social beliefs are beyond their ability to handle but I do not fault them for that. It seems to have created a bit of a rift and I understand this as well. I can be a difficult pill to swallow. The salt of the Earth will never be able to understand, say, The Terminator. How I work and who I am is as unfathomable to them as they are to me. Being married mellows people, having children softens them, and then becoming a professor and wife changes who they are even more. I simply live in the shadows of dark dreams and memories and illness. I have little polish and little interest in it, if I can be a dark gentleman at times, even a negotiator (between other parties as I do not negotiate for my own sake often).
Now, to figure out what to do about this and that, to place a call, and to begin studying physics perhaps, in lieu of probabilities and statistics. If I were a swearing man, I would be. Good day.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
A little more done a little closer to some goals.
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I spoke with my landlord today. Luckily, he needed to tend to something for the neighbor and remembered I had hoped to speak with him as I had not been pursuing the event as I should have been. It looks like I may be able to leave the contract after March, after a bit of negotiating. That is only a month longer than what I had hoped to stay and it gives him time to advertise for the summer crop of renters. He has to speak it over with his wife first, which seems right. As much of a chauvinist pig as some may think I am, I do believe that a husband and a wife have some obligations to each other on some matters. These two seem to keep financial matters as a mutual concern. Even if it comes out not helping my goal I do respect the situation. I was not even cynical or lippy when he told me as I saw no reason for it, if I was a bit surprised and pleased by the thought. I save my chauvinism for women who get in too deep too often and keep repeating their mistakes believing it will work next time. I have no problem with a woman who can and does function if I will not vote for any I have known (too much skirt socialism there, especially Palin… profit windfall taxes on oil! I wonder how much extra the Alaskans are now paying for fuel because of that, or us even… Perhaps in jobs, definitely in more for fuel of all types from Alaska, and possibly in future fuel due to a added downturn in oil field searches).
While speaking with my landlord, a retired pharmacist, I was discussing my health issues. Namely because those are a large part of why I am leaving. Actually, considering they are what will be keeping me from school, they are the sole reason, along with the health forecast. I told him that methylphenidate had stopped being effective, or effective enough, and that my doctor only had one other suggestion for an alternative medicine to help alleviate my perpetual exhaustion. My landlord was a little surprised at this, suggesting he knows of several medicines that have come out even since he retired which would very possibly do the trick. I could only suggest that my doctor did not know of this or was not interested in trying anything else. It leaves me wondering though. I will leave the questions, doctors, and medicine behind soon though. And I do not think I will ever try that rout again. He did ask if school is done forever, and I suggested that I had not ruled going back out. Not here, though. But I would have to see huge improvements in wakefulness, function, and a few other things. I do not see it but it could happen.
I made it to classes, received the notes from the classes I have missed, took good notes myself today, if I was still, somehow, running late. I developed a headache about mid-morning though, and it befuddled me a bit. A few Tylenol when I got home along with a quick nap, and I am back in the game. I could not think of a gift, so I offered the young women $10 dollars, fearing she would reject more. She accepted, asking if I was sure. Sure I am sure! We are skipping and dancing over these last units so the book would be next to useless in helping me target what is to be on the test. I still feel I should have offered her $20, but like I said, I do not think she would have taken it.
I did not place a call I had hoped to place today, though. I really need to be in good shape when making big decisions and talking serious business. I did not feel good until after my nap, but when I tried to call, I believe it was a bit late. Tomorrow the day is freer, so I will groom myself for the call and be ready for whatever. This is something I have wanted for a very long time. It will help me in a number of my pursuits and will become a hobby all by itself, a hobby that will save me money, perhaps even earning me a few coin on the side. Still, it is a larger investment so I wish to take care and do this correctly. Yes, I am a bit finicky.
I am worried about probability and statistics. What was 1/3 old and 2/3 new for the final has turned into more like half and half. We have covered a lot of ground, quickly. Some of it is extremely tight, even while we were going through it. I am not sure how these kids do it, in engineering. I knew one who was working a full time (40 hour) job while going, taking 17 credit terms! His parents were disappointed at his B average. Then again, they can probably wake up every morning, they can study when they decide to, and a few other things in life are a bit easier. Anyway, we did our evaluation for the class and professor today. He got good marks. He did put out the material well. If you were in class you definitely received the information needed for the homework. However, I gave a slightly lower grade for in class information and homework necessarily leading to what would be on quizzes and tests. I gave an even lower grade for text book assistance. The text book was often more confusing than it was worth. Often we would just do a small section in the chapter so even finding what we were doing was more of a research project than a reference referral, and the author(s) seemed to try to be as obscure as much as possible on the vital issues I needed cleared up. I did write on the back that perhaps he could adjust his requirement on the calculators. There are programs for some, and even a text file system for many of them. I refused to use those devices as I believe that was against the rules. Enough did not see it that way so that I think they had a distinct advantage. In physics, we were only allowed a scientific, non-graphing, non-alpha numeric calculator. I suggested the same. It levels the playing field for those trying to obey rules.
So, January 19th is the day for my last final and April is my move out date, tentatively. Things are drawing to a close, just as other things are opening up. It is a confusing time. I have some fear about the future. But I have some hope and some promises too. I suppose that is the way of life, if some spots are more open to this than others. I think I will hit the books, order a pizza in a bit, and then get back to it. Right after an hour of goofing that is. :p All fun and no work makes Jack fat, so I promise I will do some work. I promise!
Mostly.
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I spoke with my landlord today. Luckily, he needed to tend to something for the neighbor and remembered I had hoped to speak with him as I had not been pursuing the event as I should have been. It looks like I may be able to leave the contract after March, after a bit of negotiating. That is only a month longer than what I had hoped to stay and it gives him time to advertise for the summer crop of renters. He has to speak it over with his wife first, which seems right. As much of a chauvinist pig as some may think I am, I do believe that a husband and a wife have some obligations to each other on some matters. These two seem to keep financial matters as a mutual concern. Even if it comes out not helping my goal I do respect the situation. I was not even cynical or lippy when he told me as I saw no reason for it, if I was a bit surprised and pleased by the thought. I save my chauvinism for women who get in too deep too often and keep repeating their mistakes believing it will work next time. I have no problem with a woman who can and does function if I will not vote for any I have known (too much skirt socialism there, especially Palin… profit windfall taxes on oil! I wonder how much extra the Alaskans are now paying for fuel because of that, or us even… Perhaps in jobs, definitely in more for fuel of all types from Alaska, and possibly in future fuel due to a added downturn in oil field searches).
While speaking with my landlord, a retired pharmacist, I was discussing my health issues. Namely because those are a large part of why I am leaving. Actually, considering they are what will be keeping me from school, they are the sole reason, along with the health forecast. I told him that methylphenidate had stopped being effective, or effective enough, and that my doctor only had one other suggestion for an alternative medicine to help alleviate my perpetual exhaustion. My landlord was a little surprised at this, suggesting he knows of several medicines that have come out even since he retired which would very possibly do the trick. I could only suggest that my doctor did not know of this or was not interested in trying anything else. It leaves me wondering though. I will leave the questions, doctors, and medicine behind soon though. And I do not think I will ever try that rout again. He did ask if school is done forever, and I suggested that I had not ruled going back out. Not here, though. But I would have to see huge improvements in wakefulness, function, and a few other things. I do not see it but it could happen.
I made it to classes, received the notes from the classes I have missed, took good notes myself today, if I was still, somehow, running late. I developed a headache about mid-morning though, and it befuddled me a bit. A few Tylenol when I got home along with a quick nap, and I am back in the game. I could not think of a gift, so I offered the young women $10 dollars, fearing she would reject more. She accepted, asking if I was sure. Sure I am sure! We are skipping and dancing over these last units so the book would be next to useless in helping me target what is to be on the test. I still feel I should have offered her $20, but like I said, I do not think she would have taken it.
I did not place a call I had hoped to place today, though. I really need to be in good shape when making big decisions and talking serious business. I did not feel good until after my nap, but when I tried to call, I believe it was a bit late. Tomorrow the day is freer, so I will groom myself for the call and be ready for whatever. This is something I have wanted for a very long time. It will help me in a number of my pursuits and will become a hobby all by itself, a hobby that will save me money, perhaps even earning me a few coin on the side. Still, it is a larger investment so I wish to take care and do this correctly. Yes, I am a bit finicky.
I am worried about probability and statistics. What was 1/3 old and 2/3 new for the final has turned into more like half and half. We have covered a lot of ground, quickly. Some of it is extremely tight, even while we were going through it. I am not sure how these kids do it, in engineering. I knew one who was working a full time (40 hour) job while going, taking 17 credit terms! His parents were disappointed at his B average. Then again, they can probably wake up every morning, they can study when they decide to, and a few other things in life are a bit easier. Anyway, we did our evaluation for the class and professor today. He got good marks. He did put out the material well. If you were in class you definitely received the information needed for the homework. However, I gave a slightly lower grade for in class information and homework necessarily leading to what would be on quizzes and tests. I gave an even lower grade for text book assistance. The text book was often more confusing than it was worth. Often we would just do a small section in the chapter so even finding what we were doing was more of a research project than a reference referral, and the author(s) seemed to try to be as obscure as much as possible on the vital issues I needed cleared up. I did write on the back that perhaps he could adjust his requirement on the calculators. There are programs for some, and even a text file system for many of them. I refused to use those devices as I believe that was against the rules. Enough did not see it that way so that I think they had a distinct advantage. In physics, we were only allowed a scientific, non-graphing, non-alpha numeric calculator. I suggested the same. It levels the playing field for those trying to obey rules.
So, January 19th is the day for my last final and April is my move out date, tentatively. Things are drawing to a close, just as other things are opening up. It is a confusing time. I have some fear about the future. But I have some hope and some promises too. I suppose that is the way of life, if some spots are more open to this than others. I think I will hit the books, order a pizza in a bit, and then get back to it. Right after an hour of goofing that is. :p All fun and no work makes Jack fat, so I promise I will do some work. I promise!
Mostly.
Nice, so far.
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I awoke early, to a warm cave, without a headache or nausea. I woke well before the alarm by almost 3 hours. I feel rested and ready, and so after some obligatory blogging, commenting, and news updates, I will begin studying. I will probably place a call very shortly about my next purchase. And, I should be able to make it to classes without a struggle this day. Such days have been rare so I take full advantage when they present themselves.
I am not quite awake even so, but I am making a fine running start toward that. I will leave it at that. I hope your day is purring like a kitten too. There might even be hope the old bones will hum like a Harley before the day is done and some serious work will be done. I cannot wait! More later, perhaps.
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I awoke early, to a warm cave, without a headache or nausea. I woke well before the alarm by almost 3 hours. I feel rested and ready, and so after some obligatory blogging, commenting, and news updates, I will begin studying. I will probably place a call very shortly about my next purchase. And, I should be able to make it to classes without a struggle this day. Such days have been rare so I take full advantage when they present themselves.
I am not quite awake even so, but I am making a fine running start toward that. I will leave it at that. I hope your day is purring like a kitten too. There might even be hope the old bones will hum like a Harley before the day is done and some serious work will be done. I cannot wait! More later, perhaps.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
A rough day. Not a complete failure though, not at all.
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My headache has continued. My nausea has lasted as well. I finally had to take a risk and eat something. Though it does not seem to have helped I did not become ill and it did resolve the odd hunger that can happen while ill. I have been able to study a bit. I had hoped to do more but with the cold cave and being ill, I am thankful for what I was able to do. After several attempts, I was able to get the furnace going again, for however long it lasts. My lady friend was supposed to stop by today but she did not show up. I was able to make contact regarding one of the special new purchases, however. It looks like I will be making one last call tomorrow and then ordering either on the phone or on my own, whichever is simpler. So far, all of my purchases have been cash. And, I have a good bit of cash left. I might be able to do all of my purchases from cash, though I am thinking one Christmas present will be on credit, at least temporarily. Oh, and the paperwork I was hoping would be coming is on it’s way. I should be able to order my last items by Friday! Saving like a fool has paid off, if I had hoped the money would be mostly for an actual savings. Such is the way of politics.
I think I am gong to call it a night. I will take a Tylenol and go on to bed. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Goodnight.
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My headache has continued. My nausea has lasted as well. I finally had to take a risk and eat something. Though it does not seem to have helped I did not become ill and it did resolve the odd hunger that can happen while ill. I have been able to study a bit. I had hoped to do more but with the cold cave and being ill, I am thankful for what I was able to do. After several attempts, I was able to get the furnace going again, for however long it lasts. My lady friend was supposed to stop by today but she did not show up. I was able to make contact regarding one of the special new purchases, however. It looks like I will be making one last call tomorrow and then ordering either on the phone or on my own, whichever is simpler. So far, all of my purchases have been cash. And, I have a good bit of cash left. I might be able to do all of my purchases from cash, though I am thinking one Christmas present will be on credit, at least temporarily. Oh, and the paperwork I was hoping would be coming is on it’s way. I should be able to order my last items by Friday! Saving like a fool has paid off, if I had hoped the money would be mostly for an actual savings. Such is the way of politics.
I think I am gong to call it a night. I will take a Tylenol and go on to bed. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Goodnight.
The world hates me.
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As soon as I get back into the game a bit better… the furnace stops working, again. Any sane man would quit, pick up his stuff, go somewhere solitary, dig a hole, and find a way to live there, if he was going through this. I am at wit’s end. I am tired, cold, and hard pressed, with finals fast upon me. I am, as well, quite angry. I am just too tired to do much about it. It has finally gotten up to 63 F, with me up and sort of moving and with the T.V. and Computer on. I have a headache, I am sore, and I am exhausted again. I am even a bit nauseous, if from anger, nerves, a mix of those, or something else. I need a warmer place to sleep and study. I think I am going to call my landlord and my insurance company. They may be willing to put me up somewhere until the furnace can definitively be fixed, or at least until finals are completed. Then again, maybe I will just push through. I sleep too hard if the temp drops too much while I sleep as I do not set up for a cold sleep. This means I never quite sleep as I should, I may not roll enough due to the cold in order to stay where it is warm, and waking up is a mean feat.
I will be so glad when school is over! Then, temperature will not matter as much. Then I will not have a schedule or demands for a while, and can begin packing at my own pace and when I am feeling like it. This is just too much. If I was not paranoid before I certainly am now. It is the college, the VA or medical professionals in general, the government, the cities hereabouts, and the liberals… or it is just the world. I will think about it. Neither would surprise me, but then like I really care. Hmm, maybe it is just me, if I am going for real paranoia. Perhaps I really am my own worst enemy, subconsciously sabotaging myself. Perhaps I am an anomaly and affect the world in odd ways. Well, I did not want you to think my paranoia is limited! Bah, as I said, like I care.
Oh, there is a show I have been enjoying greatly. On the Travel Channel is a show called “Anthony (Tony) Bourdaine; No Reservations”. Yeah, he is an atheist. Still, that is not why I watch the show. He smokes, on T.V. Though I am not a smoker as such, I hate the government and liberal smoking police. He travels around the world and eats interesting food, meets real people for the most part, and lays out b.s. about his feelings about things that is even better than my b.s. Oh, I think we both believe our b.s., and that b.s. might even be true to some degree, but language gifted fools are still fools. And, regardless of his notions, he is quite non-politically correct. I do think much along the lines he does, and find myself putting out similar thought b.s. at times, right before he spreads his own better phrased stuff. Ah, and he is often as cynical, his humor works for me if it is a twist of mine (or vise versa) I do enjoy his humor. He is also 6’4”, I believe. Though he is far too skinny. He hates karaoke, and sometimes finds himself talked into things (like a karaoke shop) just like the rest of us. Pretty girls can do that. I even heard him say he despised some food that I despise, commenting something like it is food for stoners. Ha! Anyway, if you want to watch an interesting show, can handle a smoker smoking on your screen, and love foods and trying new stuff (and getting a few ideas about what to cook), go watch him. I think he has a blog. I have not gone to his blog yet, but it will happen, perhaps when I have more time. Oh, he tends to swear a bit. Not my favorite but it seems to fit him and his show.
I am rambling. I will go and try to wake up, and warm up.
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As soon as I get back into the game a bit better… the furnace stops working, again. Any sane man would quit, pick up his stuff, go somewhere solitary, dig a hole, and find a way to live there, if he was going through this. I am at wit’s end. I am tired, cold, and hard pressed, with finals fast upon me. I am, as well, quite angry. I am just too tired to do much about it. It has finally gotten up to 63 F, with me up and sort of moving and with the T.V. and Computer on. I have a headache, I am sore, and I am exhausted again. I am even a bit nauseous, if from anger, nerves, a mix of those, or something else. I need a warmer place to sleep and study. I think I am going to call my landlord and my insurance company. They may be willing to put me up somewhere until the furnace can definitively be fixed, or at least until finals are completed. Then again, maybe I will just push through. I sleep too hard if the temp drops too much while I sleep as I do not set up for a cold sleep. This means I never quite sleep as I should, I may not roll enough due to the cold in order to stay where it is warm, and waking up is a mean feat.
I will be so glad when school is over! Then, temperature will not matter as much. Then I will not have a schedule or demands for a while, and can begin packing at my own pace and when I am feeling like it. This is just too much. If I was not paranoid before I certainly am now. It is the college, the VA or medical professionals in general, the government, the cities hereabouts, and the liberals… or it is just the world. I will think about it. Neither would surprise me, but then like I really care. Hmm, maybe it is just me, if I am going for real paranoia. Perhaps I really am my own worst enemy, subconsciously sabotaging myself. Perhaps I am an anomaly and affect the world in odd ways. Well, I did not want you to think my paranoia is limited! Bah, as I said, like I care.
Oh, there is a show I have been enjoying greatly. On the Travel Channel is a show called “Anthony (Tony) Bourdaine; No Reservations”. Yeah, he is an atheist. Still, that is not why I watch the show. He smokes, on T.V. Though I am not a smoker as such, I hate the government and liberal smoking police. He travels around the world and eats interesting food, meets real people for the most part, and lays out b.s. about his feelings about things that is even better than my b.s. Oh, I think we both believe our b.s., and that b.s. might even be true to some degree, but language gifted fools are still fools. And, regardless of his notions, he is quite non-politically correct. I do think much along the lines he does, and find myself putting out similar thought b.s. at times, right before he spreads his own better phrased stuff. Ah, and he is often as cynical, his humor works for me if it is a twist of mine (or vise versa) I do enjoy his humor. He is also 6’4”, I believe. Though he is far too skinny. He hates karaoke, and sometimes finds himself talked into things (like a karaoke shop) just like the rest of us. Pretty girls can do that. I even heard him say he despised some food that I despise, commenting something like it is food for stoners. Ha! Anyway, if you want to watch an interesting show, can handle a smoker smoking on your screen, and love foods and trying new stuff (and getting a few ideas about what to cook), go watch him. I think he has a blog. I have not gone to his blog yet, but it will happen, perhaps when I have more time. Oh, he tends to swear a bit. Not my favorite but it seems to fit him and his show.
I am rambling. I will go and try to wake up, and warm up.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Goodness and such…
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Today went better than many before it. I was able to wake early, look over my homework and do a last problem. I have set physics to be studied. As well, I found a source of the notes I have missed. I offered $20 dollars plus copy costs. My cash offer was rebuffed but the task was accepted! I will have to think of a proper thank you gift anyway. What to give a college aged pretty woman? Flowers are out, perfume is out, hmmm, maybe… I do not know. I will be thinking. As well, I had everything in order to hand in to my professor for the extra work he had allowed. I am pleased that I am doing what I can in spite of the haunting exhaustion and doubts. Whatever else may happen, I will have done my part as well as I am able, sometimes creatively, and perhaps I have even gone a bit beyond what might have seemed to be the limits of my capacity.
I have not spoken with my landlord yet. I am nervous about that. I have made some social plans, and hope to make another before the week is out. I have also decided to visit my mother for Christmas and let her know I will be there. She seems to really want me there. I am not sure why, precisely, though I hope it satisfies her needs and wants. I worry when she becomes like this. I wonder if her health is bad and she is not telling me, avoiding upsetting me during finals. Perhaps she just goes through fears without certainty as well. Maybe she just believes time, for one of us, is nearing an end. Women have their ways, if they can be wrong like the rest of us.
I have begun making purchases to avoid any new “laws” regarding certain items. I received my first package today. I will be placing a call tomorrow regarding my next purchase. I am waiting on a bit of paperwork for the next two or three purchases. I am hoping to have some fine equipment by January. After that, I will finish up with a few accessories, consumables, and side equipment. After that, I will try to buy a few more pieces which should still be available, and some other outdoor items, like a few fly fishing poles and fly tying devices (one for home, one for the field), and I will begin gathering a few more climbing devices, a tent or two, and such things. I think I can do this and still save money, if I can move. If not, I will definitely buy what will not be legal in time, and just hold off on the rest for a bit.
Some of the equipment I will be getting might allow me to make a few dollars from time to time though too. The goal is $10,000 dollars, for cremation and any other final expenses. Like I said, I might live a long time. I just do not think that is the case though. If I find purpose in my new hobbies, the outdoors, and the rest of life, perhaps that will help. I am nearly geared up, I certainly have an interest, I am just unsure if I will be able to stay awake and keep focused. Death has always been a part of my adult life. I have lived a little bit more than dangerously. I have gone over the edge well and good several times. But this is different. This is my own body failing. It seems so strange to actually think I might get to die in my sleep, or naturally at least.
I just received my blood test results along with a letter from my doctor. There were a few anomalies, the oddest is that I have a borderline low sodium situation. In spite of what I say to my doctors, I eat lots of salt. I prefer kosher salt, and lots of it. Though I do not cook with it, I do add it liberally to all I eat. I even add it to my beer (which, like the port, does not increase my blood sugar, at least 4 of them do not). Chloride is a little low as well. Who knows what that means. I will have to write him a letter and let him know I am giving up on medicine. I cannot trust some services and I cannot afford what I can trust. Is that not always the case? Ha!
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Today went better than many before it. I was able to wake early, look over my homework and do a last problem. I have set physics to be studied. As well, I found a source of the notes I have missed. I offered $20 dollars plus copy costs. My cash offer was rebuffed but the task was accepted! I will have to think of a proper thank you gift anyway. What to give a college aged pretty woman? Flowers are out, perfume is out, hmmm, maybe… I do not know. I will be thinking. As well, I had everything in order to hand in to my professor for the extra work he had allowed. I am pleased that I am doing what I can in spite of the haunting exhaustion and doubts. Whatever else may happen, I will have done my part as well as I am able, sometimes creatively, and perhaps I have even gone a bit beyond what might have seemed to be the limits of my capacity.
I have not spoken with my landlord yet. I am nervous about that. I have made some social plans, and hope to make another before the week is out. I have also decided to visit my mother for Christmas and let her know I will be there. She seems to really want me there. I am not sure why, precisely, though I hope it satisfies her needs and wants. I worry when she becomes like this. I wonder if her health is bad and she is not telling me, avoiding upsetting me during finals. Perhaps she just goes through fears without certainty as well. Maybe she just believes time, for one of us, is nearing an end. Women have their ways, if they can be wrong like the rest of us.
I have begun making purchases to avoid any new “laws” regarding certain items. I received my first package today. I will be placing a call tomorrow regarding my next purchase. I am waiting on a bit of paperwork for the next two or three purchases. I am hoping to have some fine equipment by January. After that, I will finish up with a few accessories, consumables, and side equipment. After that, I will try to buy a few more pieces which should still be available, and some other outdoor items, like a few fly fishing poles and fly tying devices (one for home, one for the field), and I will begin gathering a few more climbing devices, a tent or two, and such things. I think I can do this and still save money, if I can move. If not, I will definitely buy what will not be legal in time, and just hold off on the rest for a bit.
Some of the equipment I will be getting might allow me to make a few dollars from time to time though too. The goal is $10,000 dollars, for cremation and any other final expenses. Like I said, I might live a long time. I just do not think that is the case though. If I find purpose in my new hobbies, the outdoors, and the rest of life, perhaps that will help. I am nearly geared up, I certainly have an interest, I am just unsure if I will be able to stay awake and keep focused. Death has always been a part of my adult life. I have lived a little bit more than dangerously. I have gone over the edge well and good several times. But this is different. This is my own body failing. It seems so strange to actually think I might get to die in my sleep, or naturally at least.
I just received my blood test results along with a letter from my doctor. There were a few anomalies, the oddest is that I have a borderline low sodium situation. In spite of what I say to my doctors, I eat lots of salt. I prefer kosher salt, and lots of it. Though I do not cook with it, I do add it liberally to all I eat. I even add it to my beer (which, like the port, does not increase my blood sugar, at least 4 of them do not). Chloride is a little low as well. Who knows what that means. I will have to write him a letter and let him know I am giving up on medicine. I cannot trust some services and I cannot afford what I can trust. Is that not always the case? Ha!
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Though it would seem…
and other thoughts…
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Though it would seem I am a harsh man. Though it would seem I am judgmental. Though it would seem I look darkly upon all people, groups, organizations, and most ideas ideals and beliefs. Though those things are not untrue that is not the whole of it. When you see me cast an aspersion, understand, it is usually not without great thought. Understand it is not without some real merit. And know that I cast much harsher aspersions here at home, in the mirror. I expect perfection if I know that is not possible. I expect honesty yet I know mortals cannot handle the truth, not all of it. I speak more truth than I should, simply because how I deal with myself is much more intense so I do not even realize when I go over the edge of civility, sometimes, usually.
The one I worry about hurting the most, however, is my mother. Beyond my harsh nature, I have emotional ties there, some of which are quite dark and angry. And yet she is just a woman, she was simply a mother. She did some things right, some things wrong, but she did do her level best. I would say she did very well, for my brother and myself, within the constraints of what she could do and what the world was at the time. She has received so little gratitude for that for much of her life. And, though I write some of my darker thoughts and feelings about her here at times, I really have nothing but goodness that I try to share with her personally anymore. This is not in sympathy for her aging, it is not for fear of her death, it is because she has finally be judged as good and she has asked for and received forgiveness for her wrongs, some of which she really could not have changed due to her life, the times we lived in, and the realities that exist in any time.
The truth written in the last, if to much lesser degrees, flows to many other people, objects, and systems which receive my wrath here in these pages. I do not hate academics or schools, if I see them as terribly flawed, preferring their old flaws to these newer ones. If I see things in all schools which are flawed merely because the people who run them are people. If I despise them for their “open mind” which treats me, as a conservative and Christian, as minorities in the past have always been treated, precisely because it is based upon the new age “open mind”. These flaws have always been present, but at one time, those flaws were based upon incapacity rather than politics, philosophy, or religion (though I think Catholics have always been against it a bit). I do believe in education, if I do not necessarily believe in the way that is being presented today or the fact that political agendas are pushed more than rote and fact. However, that there are alternatives and they are being used, gives me some hope.
About politics, I am free from such things at this point. With Obama and Palin as the two political movers at the moment, I see that my affiliations with politics has come to an end. This is not necessarily a bad thing as it gives me more focus upon that which is important. I suppose with the slide of politics in the direction it has taken in the last 50 to 70 years, this was an inescapable eventuality. For anyone who holds truths to be self-evident and who believes rights are derived from God, not men, governments, or any other source, this had to happen. I am currently registered as “none of the above” political party and I probably will not vote again, if I maintain my registration. I am not looking for a politician who will do for me, or give me this or that, even if I believed them, I am looking for a politician who knows the difference between right and wrong (I think they all do) but then who chooses rightly (I do not see many who do this last). Christians have, around the world, been a minority, and a poorly treated one, for most of Christian history. That we have come back to it is no surprise. And, again, it is freeing in it’s own way.
These last may seem negative, but only if you choose to look at them that way. And, perhaps, I am being to harsh again. I look at this as objectively, from within principles, laws, and truths, as much as I am able. I then add subjective points, whether consciously or not. What I end up with is simply what I see, what I have calculated, and nothing more. If I am faulted for that, I suppose that will just have to be the way of it.
I ought to give my Mom a call. I have not spoken with her in a bit. I certainly miss her, if living with her is going to be tricky (for both of us). I think we might end up having a good 6 months or year though, if we can negotiate a lot. We are so alike in some ways though, our faults are shared. She has a mind of her own and I am stubborn. She is moody and I am variable. Both Leos, if you believe in such things. And though I do not, astrology in this case does tend to sum up our difficulties well enough. I suppose we ought to try and figure out how to make that work for us. Then again, I might be able to say, at this point, at least at distance, we have made it work for us. She is still a nag. :p
I ought to get breakfast and begin studying. Right after I try to give the nag a call. Ha.
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Though it would seem I am a harsh man. Though it would seem I am judgmental. Though it would seem I look darkly upon all people, groups, organizations, and most ideas ideals and beliefs. Though those things are not untrue that is not the whole of it. When you see me cast an aspersion, understand, it is usually not without great thought. Understand it is not without some real merit. And know that I cast much harsher aspersions here at home, in the mirror. I expect perfection if I know that is not possible. I expect honesty yet I know mortals cannot handle the truth, not all of it. I speak more truth than I should, simply because how I deal with myself is much more intense so I do not even realize when I go over the edge of civility, sometimes, usually.
The one I worry about hurting the most, however, is my mother. Beyond my harsh nature, I have emotional ties there, some of which are quite dark and angry. And yet she is just a woman, she was simply a mother. She did some things right, some things wrong, but she did do her level best. I would say she did very well, for my brother and myself, within the constraints of what she could do and what the world was at the time. She has received so little gratitude for that for much of her life. And, though I write some of my darker thoughts and feelings about her here at times, I really have nothing but goodness that I try to share with her personally anymore. This is not in sympathy for her aging, it is not for fear of her death, it is because she has finally be judged as good and she has asked for and received forgiveness for her wrongs, some of which she really could not have changed due to her life, the times we lived in, and the realities that exist in any time.
The truth written in the last, if to much lesser degrees, flows to many other people, objects, and systems which receive my wrath here in these pages. I do not hate academics or schools, if I see them as terribly flawed, preferring their old flaws to these newer ones. If I see things in all schools which are flawed merely because the people who run them are people. If I despise them for their “open mind” which treats me, as a conservative and Christian, as minorities in the past have always been treated, precisely because it is based upon the new age “open mind”. These flaws have always been present, but at one time, those flaws were based upon incapacity rather than politics, philosophy, or religion (though I think Catholics have always been against it a bit). I do believe in education, if I do not necessarily believe in the way that is being presented today or the fact that political agendas are pushed more than rote and fact. However, that there are alternatives and they are being used, gives me some hope.
About politics, I am free from such things at this point. With Obama and Palin as the two political movers at the moment, I see that my affiliations with politics has come to an end. This is not necessarily a bad thing as it gives me more focus upon that which is important. I suppose with the slide of politics in the direction it has taken in the last 50 to 70 years, this was an inescapable eventuality. For anyone who holds truths to be self-evident and who believes rights are derived from God, not men, governments, or any other source, this had to happen. I am currently registered as “none of the above” political party and I probably will not vote again, if I maintain my registration. I am not looking for a politician who will do for me, or give me this or that, even if I believed them, I am looking for a politician who knows the difference between right and wrong (I think they all do) but then who chooses rightly (I do not see many who do this last). Christians have, around the world, been a minority, and a poorly treated one, for most of Christian history. That we have come back to it is no surprise. And, again, it is freeing in it’s own way.
These last may seem negative, but only if you choose to look at them that way. And, perhaps, I am being to harsh again. I look at this as objectively, from within principles, laws, and truths, as much as I am able. I then add subjective points, whether consciously or not. What I end up with is simply what I see, what I have calculated, and nothing more. If I am faulted for that, I suppose that will just have to be the way of it.
I ought to give my Mom a call. I have not spoken with her in a bit. I certainly miss her, if living with her is going to be tricky (for both of us). I think we might end up having a good 6 months or year though, if we can negotiate a lot. We are so alike in some ways though, our faults are shared. She has a mind of her own and I am stubborn. She is moody and I am variable. Both Leos, if you believe in such things. And though I do not, astrology in this case does tend to sum up our difficulties well enough. I suppose we ought to try and figure out how to make that work for us. Then again, I might be able to say, at this point, at least at distance, we have made it work for us. She is still a nag. :p
I ought to get breakfast and begin studying. Right after I try to give the nag a call. Ha.
Barely awake but that is not the point.
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I finally was able to speak with my professor. It seemed I had missed 5 homeworks and 3 quizzes. He suggested that I would be allowed to do some make up after I gave my story. I did suggest I did not wish to displace someone, dropping them to fail or such, if he runs his class that way. He told me not to worry as he does not work that way and no one would lose their place because of my efforts. Yeah, fine, so I have something of a conscience. It has been a bucket load of research, going back over what I have needed to do. It is very difficult, in any case, to get these creaking bones going anyway, but with the added fact that this material is so varied and old, some of my notes are missing, I do not have a complete set anyway as I have missed classes, and this job has been very difficult.
The good news is that 2 of the homeworks that were thought undone have been finished, turned in, and graded but the points were not put in the system somehow. We get our work back and I keep it all, thankfully. That will help a lot (he was allowing me to do two of what we thought were 5 missed homeworks, which I will still do, though 2 of 3 missed instead). One of the homeworks I have found, completed, but not turned in. I must not have been able to wake up that day. So, I only have one homework to do (other than to finish more correctly what is due Monday anyway). I should have all of them, as I have done all of the homework at least twice during studies, but I must have tossed the test preparation homeworks. And, I am halfway through the quiz take home work he is requiring me to do. Still, that leaves a good deal of work to do. And, I need to get on physics! I am behind in that. Though we will only be doing 3 units for the last test in physics, I worry that he will make that test exquisitely difficult to make up for the lack of volume.
Neither of my finals are total cumulative. Though probability and statistics will be 1/3 old material, physics will be all new material. In my current condition, however, study is quite complicated. I can barely stay awake. I will do what I can and see what happens. I guess there is little else to do. Life is rather dull at the moment. Homework, sleep, a few meals here and there, and a good deal of worry about waking up, being able to study, and finishing the courses well (or well enough).
I did cook a goose the other day. I did not have the weight of the goose, however, so I ended up overcooking the fowl a bit. Still, it offered four decent meals and something quite different. I did clean today, between doing the work. So, my kitchen is back in order after a week or more of disorder. And, last night, my party consisted of two beers. They were good beers, however, and I enjoyed. I may have two more tonight, or not. A little doubt is good to leave you with. Goodnight.
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I finally was able to speak with my professor. It seemed I had missed 5 homeworks and 3 quizzes. He suggested that I would be allowed to do some make up after I gave my story. I did suggest I did not wish to displace someone, dropping them to fail or such, if he runs his class that way. He told me not to worry as he does not work that way and no one would lose their place because of my efforts. Yeah, fine, so I have something of a conscience. It has been a bucket load of research, going back over what I have needed to do. It is very difficult, in any case, to get these creaking bones going anyway, but with the added fact that this material is so varied and old, some of my notes are missing, I do not have a complete set anyway as I have missed classes, and this job has been very difficult.
The good news is that 2 of the homeworks that were thought undone have been finished, turned in, and graded but the points were not put in the system somehow. We get our work back and I keep it all, thankfully. That will help a lot (he was allowing me to do two of what we thought were 5 missed homeworks, which I will still do, though 2 of 3 missed instead). One of the homeworks I have found, completed, but not turned in. I must not have been able to wake up that day. So, I only have one homework to do (other than to finish more correctly what is due Monday anyway). I should have all of them, as I have done all of the homework at least twice during studies, but I must have tossed the test preparation homeworks. And, I am halfway through the quiz take home work he is requiring me to do. Still, that leaves a good deal of work to do. And, I need to get on physics! I am behind in that. Though we will only be doing 3 units for the last test in physics, I worry that he will make that test exquisitely difficult to make up for the lack of volume.
Neither of my finals are total cumulative. Though probability and statistics will be 1/3 old material, physics will be all new material. In my current condition, however, study is quite complicated. I can barely stay awake. I will do what I can and see what happens. I guess there is little else to do. Life is rather dull at the moment. Homework, sleep, a few meals here and there, and a good deal of worry about waking up, being able to study, and finishing the courses well (or well enough).
I did cook a goose the other day. I did not have the weight of the goose, however, so I ended up overcooking the fowl a bit. Still, it offered four decent meals and something quite different. I did clean today, between doing the work. So, my kitchen is back in order after a week or more of disorder. And, last night, my party consisted of two beers. They were good beers, however, and I enjoyed. I may have two more tonight, or not. A little doubt is good to leave you with. Goodnight.
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